- Erotic Poetry
- Walking Alone
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I often now go walking at dusk.
And while I’m pleasantly wandering, I think of you.
Your hair, your scent, your lips
and those lovely open thighs
Parted to my hands and eyes,
Their paleness now glowing and reflecting
The light from a single candle pulsing
To your sighs.
I hear your whispers,
See your smile and marvel at creation as
I touch and lick your neck and breasts.
As I taste your sweat and feel your heat.
Then I find myself back on the road, breathing hard
And feeling the growing tightness in my jeans.
Rubbing against my thigh with every step.
Straining and pulsing, as I walk down the street.
I relish these times of yearning,
When I cannot be with you.
Your memory is my mistress,
Even when, by simple absence, I’m denied.
I walk alone in half-light dreaming,
Under the shadows of ancient trees,
And remembering our times together,
I take you, in my strides.
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